Yeah, that didn’t work out.
No one should be surprised that Pippin gets caught pretty much right away when he bolts off. Orcs nab him at once, and things probably won’t go well for him later when they’re not so worried about running as fast as they can.
The next leg of the journey passes quickly, as neither Pippin nor Merry apparently remember it much at all. It all comes to an end when Pippin faceplants in exhaustion. He’s carried on, but eventually thrown down amidst another argument, as many of the orcs want to stop and rest. He is also given food, as sketchy as orc-food can be. Looking up, Pippin sees Merry sitting as well, and the Misty Mountains slowly beginning to loom in the distance. They’re by the side of a river. The Entwash, for those of you keeping score at home.
In a troubled and torturous situation? Just pass out, it will go by faster.
That’s what Pippin does with such success, and he is able to save us from page after page of straight-up running. Tracking the days is hard at this point, but I think that’s by design. Merry and Pippin are being shuffled around in this sort of chaotic fashion, and it’s hard to get your bearings. The reader probably feels just as disjointed as the two hobbits do.
Meanwhile, don’t eat the food the orcs give you. Pippin eats the stale bread, and also probably had some more liquor forced down his throat while he was unconscious, but stays away from the meat. What kind of meat could it be? I’m assuming the orcs aren’t taking the time to hunt, so that leaves two options: human meat (from Rohirrim scouts), or orc-flesh. Too tired to run? Better get ready for dinner. To be dinner, that is.
Words My Computer Didn’t Like:
Ho-hum. I always thought “unspoilt” was already a word. Screw that, I guess.
“A dark smudge of forest lay on the lower slopes before them.”